Slumping back in his chair, Syx wrapped his hands around his glass just to give them something to do. The comment about his blush, just made it get pinker, “So I’ve been told.”
“Hehehe,” he straightened and tried to shift his internal focus, “I bet Minion would love to see the kitchen of a place like this and talk to the chefs,” he laughed, “I’m not sure I could handle it if he started assigning drinks to every meal, though…” his expression fell, even though this universe was more accepting of blue skin, Syx doubted Minion would be as welcome.
Picking a bottle at random, he poured some into his glass and ended up with the plain water, “So… are all the restaurants you eat at like this?” he waved a hand about. Leaning on an elbow, he raised an eyebrow trying to settle his nerves and get his flirt back, “Or are you just trying to impress me?”
“A little column A, a little column B,” Harrison replied with a playful grin, thoroughly enjoying Syx’s continuing flush. “I certainly have visited my share of michelin star fine dining establishments across the globe, but no, not all the restaurants I visit are quite this elaborate.”
He leaned back in his chair, undoing the button on his jacket as he got comfortable in his seat. It gave Syx a view of more blue skin through the mesh shirt without the bunched coat in the way.
“I must confess though, I hope you find my company as impressive as the meal,” he said, flashing Syx a bright, confident smile.
Biting his lower lips, Syx’s eyes wandered over the now exposed blue skin peeking around the mesh shirt, “Oh, you far outshine the de-core,” his lips curled up as he chuckled, “Actually it’s a new feeling to have someone else out present me for an engagement of any sort.”
His villainous costumes had always been wonderful thanks to Minion. Sitting next to Harrison he almost felt under-dressed. Though he’d never dare show so much skin himself, though… He stood slightly and pulled off his leather jacket, setting it aside. His arms where exposed… But right now, that was just for the man across from him. As he sat back into the chair, his fingers rubbed over the edges of the hidden corset. Its presence and the extra layer of fabric reassured him.
Leaning back in his chair, Syx rearranged his face into a grin, trying hard to relax. So much of this strange relationship had been built of his being the dom and his nerves were making him feel like a failure in that. God he hoped Harrison didn’t fault him for that especially after all the bravado in the car. Not really knowing what to do with himself in situations like this, he steepled his fingers together before him, and blurted out, “I’d always planned on crashing one of annual fancy dinner fundraiser things the Scott’s host every year. Phantom of the Opera style.”
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